Chapter 47
- Ophelia's Pov
- “Happy birthday, Callum Belluci.” He stood confused at first before his face went cold like ice, the kind of coldness that rendered me rigid and fearful.
- His face darted to the decorations made in the room, and he was suddenly walking away from me, right to the window which had its curtains pulled down, leaving me at the doorstep, and I wondered if he was going to get his gun to end me that instant.